Now your easy days are over and we'll get you to work to earn your keep."Chapter FourI didn't really think any more, not in the way I used to. It was ...ore a kind of mental humming, or static, as I passed from one dehumanizing torture to the next.Each morning, I was let out of my stall in the barn, with my bare flesh marked with the strands of hay that were my only bedding. I was led into a small wooden enclosure, and the newness of morning making me freshly aware that my ass was full of a large. And her pussy…ah…when I buried my face in it, it was like I had come home. Yes, my dear one has returned my old self…the one who always looks forward to the next twenty years. My plan is that when I turn 100 and she’s 89, we will still be enjoying each other’s bodies as much as we do now and looking forward to another 20 years.Another thing I began doing was write erotic literature. These stories had been dancing around in my mind for as long as I could remember. Of course as you will see,. After some time, I pulled out my hand and had inserted from the bottom of her shirt to go to the waist (this part of a woman mesmerizes me) feeling her bare skin. she was still holding my tool and playing with it. I started fondling her waist and playing around her navel, teasing her by going till the navel and not touching it and she was giving the expressions of “please, don’t tease me, fuckin’ touch it” and then closes her eyes as I used to proceed ahead and finally when I was all set to. As she looked at herself in the mirror She said I guess you are right, I am fuckable. I said of course you are and wasn't you supposed to meet Mac tonight to have sex? She said yes , he is going to invite some of his friends to come hang out with us tonight. I asked if she was going to get gang banged? She pulled the towel off her wet bleached blond hair and shook her head then said I certainly hope so. I asked if she was going to try a dp. She was facing away from me but was looking at me in.